Volume 1, Chapter 113: The Righteous Path

During dinner, Song Zinan received a call saying he had to leave early due to some urgent matter, so he told Li Quan to eat by himself and rest early, reminding him to be on time for work the next day.

Besides the two overturned large trucks on the roadside, further down the national highway heading north from the south, the nearest vehicle was a Mercedes that had slammed on the brakes and swerved abruptly, blocking the middle of the road. Fortunately, the people inside were unharmed, and the car was mostly intact.

Moreover, several individuals dressed like great sorcerers appeared—each one an imperial-level powerhouse.

These two were Wang Banxian and the Tibetan monk skilled in poisons, the very “doctor” who first operated on Fang Haoyu.

“Not yet!” When Murong Ruoling was mentioned, everyone’s expressions varied—some showed respect, while others wore looks of disdain.

The fire salamander suddenly hesitated when Zhu Qi drew his bow aimed at it, appearing deeply fearful, then did something unexpected: it turned around and fled.

Slowly rising, Conan found himself lying on the living room sofa, covered by a blanket. Perhaps because the blanket was too warm, he was slightly sweating. Just as he was about to push it away casually, he paused slightly.

Before disembarking, Huzi and I made some slight changes to our outfits; both of us donned hats and even wore glasses.

I smoked quietly, pondering to myself. I wondered if we had misunderstood—could it be that Sister Yao’s home truly held nothing?

“Nothing impressive at all. If it were, there’d be no need for installment payments,” Zhou Houming said sarcastically.

“The kindness of the young lady is etched in my heart. If I can repay it in this lifetime, I will. If not, I shall not forget it in the next. However, I still have matters to attend to here, so I won’t personally see the young lady off,” the once sorrowful Third Master suddenly grew eerily calm.

Yingchun looked toward the emperor, who walked by with an unchanging expression, as if ignoring Consort Zhen. Meanwhile, Consort Zhen lowered her eyelids upon seeing the new emperor, but the hands she placed outside seemed to tense up momentarily.

Xu Yang stepped forward to support Yu Wanting and checked his pulse. As expected, there was no sign of improvement.

“Chu Ning, you seem to have grown somewhat sentimental,” Lin Yuhan said dreamily, gazing at Chu Ning.

With a loud shout, Luo Wuqing fashioned a finger pose with his left hand and, exerting all his strength, flicked his wrist with the sword in his right hand. The blade emitted a swift purple light aimed at An Peijing.

This loosely allied Five Mountains Sword Sect had only come together because of his endorsement of Zuo Lengchan back then.

“You don’t know… why pretend to be deep?” Zhang Sanfeng ignored Wu De but remained vigilant.

“Sir, thank you so much!” Lin Yuhan exclaimed excitedly. After nodding to the silent middle-aged man, he energetically jumped into the tractor’s cabin and casually found a vacant seat.

Seeing them suddenly start scuffling all at once, Chu Nuo immediately understood and broke out in a cold sweat.

After resting for about ten minutes, Ling Li, enduring the pain, put her shoes back on and walked to the hall to hand over her duties before going to eat.

Under Guo Wei’s intense gaze, Ling Li felt somewhat awkward. After all, this wasn’t her brother’s hotel opening, so dressing so formally seemed a bit out of place. Could she skip it?

Saying this, she removed the green ring from her finger and lightly snapped it in two. The two pieces—one thick, one thin—were evidently a pair.

Deng Hua’s eyes shone with pride. “Thanks to the great support from the Celestial Auction House, I’ve come this far. Not just anyone can join the Celestial Auction House.”

“Alas, the Yu family is so tyrannical. Not long ago, someone merely spoke back, and they had their tongue cut out.”

He knew well that Ling Xiao dared to openly provoke all of them because he possessed the power to kill them all.

With the power granted by the Dark Circle, he clearly saw a massive spaceship hovering silently above this building.

Turning his gaze, he saw the people on the ground nodding uncontrollably, their heads tilting down. Just as they were about to fall, a long arm gently reached out and caught them.

“No, it’s impossible. We haven’t lost yet!” Ji Han shook his head and barely squeezed out the words through clenched teeth. His fingers never stopped moving, constantly attacking while moving.

“Go to the city government!” Liu Xiao said as he dragged Victor into the car. This caught the driver off guard; hearing “city government,” he hesitated, afraid that if this man was from the government, he might lose his job. The driver clicked his tongue in disdain but then got into the car.

“That only means one thing—you knew all the questions but deliberately didn’t answer them. You claim to have such good grades; if you don’t compete, then who will?” Teacher Liu’s voice rang above me.

In the center of the arena, the emperor remained calm, facing the ministers whose eyes all fixed on him. Some, lacking tact, were ready to rush forward to congratulate the Khagan and the King of Chen as soon as he spoke.

Chaos erupted, with some unruly players starting to smash the stage. It was on the verge of spiraling out of control—an incident even graver than a supermarket riot was about to unfold.

The withdrawn internal energy couldn’t be instantly restored. The South China tiger, having been “gifted” the tiger whip, was forced to entwine itself, having to move in the direction of its opponent’s turn.

“Let me think about this. We can’t be hasty!” Liu Xiao stroked his chin, contemplating how to resolve the issue.

Ali’s face twisted into a strange smile. He leaned close to Abbas’s ear and whispered something. Abbas immediately jumped up in anger, gesturing vehemently at Ali, seemingly scolding him harshly. Under the hall’s lights, the spit flying from Abbas’s mouth was clearly visible.

“You’re exaggerating. Why don’t you move in with me? I don’t mind having one more brother!” I winked at him. Surprisingly, this was a pretty good idea. Even Qin You nodded vigorously.

Seeing that Coach Oke and Coach Liu Jilei couldn’t contain their murderous aura, Aotian quickly retracted his own.

In the past, a face-like pattern formed by light and shadow could spark wild speculation. Now, it was like a massive stone dropped into a lake, creating tremendous waves.

In the following photos, many talented players, for various special reasons, ultimately left Manchester United, unable to spend their entire careers there—a poignant fact indeed.

In the distance, a sudden plume of smoke rose as thousands of ferocious beasts charged toward the imperial city.